Bite her neck

I sit Daz on my lap and nuzzle her neck. Her perfume swathes into my nose. It is a familiar scent, Jasmine must have manufactured it overseas with the scent of blood. Humans can’t smell it but those who are bitten can smell it. I continue to seduce Daz’s neck and lick her upper breast. She groans as I slither my tongue into her bra-gap.

I kiss her breast, then her collar bone, then smooch her shoulder joint and nibble at her neck. I bring out my fangs as I lift my head and dig my mouth into her neck. The fangs tear into her juicy flesh, giving me her blood. I suck her neck and she moans. She rests her head upon my shoulder and I feast on her tender neck.

Blood flows from the wound through my lips and her chest is painted in her blood. I press her body to mine and bite harder. She gasps and moans, biting her lip like she had the best orgasm of her life.

“What they say is true. You do have the best tactic of feeding in Vampiredom.” Daz weakly says. She kisses my shoulder, pretending to bite me like she was turned.

A woman shows up next to me and takes Daz’s arm. She bites down on Daz’s wrist and Daz exclaims but withdraws her expression quickly. After a few more moments of feasting, Daz collapses pale and exhausted. I lick her wound clean. The woman next to me is clearer to me now. I turn my head and it is Jasmine.

“Hello old friend. It has been over a century since we last met. How was your hibernation?” Jasmine welcomes.

For those who don’t know, hibernation for vampires is a long period of sleep after a major event exhausts them. They go to their coffins in a cemetery or in a hide-away under a castle or fortress and wait for an explorer to find them; the explorer opens their coffin and they get bitten. This is a tradition. My hibernation was after the First World War after I survived a barrage of cannon blasts on the frontlines in France.

“It has been so long Jasmine. I got your invitation to your exclusive club. You probably heard of mine, is that why you wanted to meet?” I ask.

“Yes, that is why. I heard you got some new wifes from the opening night. Annie was a friend of mine who was inspired by vampirism so she asked if she could come to your club to be turned. She must have enjoyed that.” Jasmine replied.

We talk further, then Jasmine brings me to her throne room. Jasmine requests some slaves to be offered. Two naked women stroll in with Jasmine’s servants. The girl on the left has white hair, pink skin and is slender. The girl on the right is brown, black hair and is medium sized.

“As you are the guest, you get to choose who is your food.” Jasmine explains. The girl on the right smiles to me while the girl on the right winks at me.